In someone’s dream….

last night I was in some one else’s dream…..I tip toed in his world and looked around the corners…in his cupboard…under the bed….his year book….his laundry….his sketch book..where every page had an eye scribbled on it….most of the eyes were shut….i kept flipping the pages of the sketch book in order to find a sketch where the eye was wide open……….

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Outgrown :p

I am one of those grumpy people who likes to build her own cocoon and armor up for no reason but then one of the best things about human mind is that it outgrows every state of mind. It’s a different matter that some of us don’t acknowledge that state as then we have to break that comfort cocoon and unlearn few things.However, if we don’t do that,our mind still outgrows the state and wanders by itself…………………………….to make long story short we become one of those people who cannot be described  as nothing but ‘drag’.

So with my limited experiences and exposure in life,I would like to recommend people to enjoy every day,every person,every place,every moment as we are gonna outgrow them someday.hey….I know it sounds pompous of me to make statements like these…but if we look at it in a lighter vein…and ponder how necessary it is for all of us to keep moving on because hey we are not leaving behind things or relationships……we are just moving on and might  make a big circle to get back and cherish the same things and people…….but and but and but……we need to move on…we need to outgrow!

Kavya

There are some pains or traumas in our lives which haunt us no matter how much we grieve,run for therapy,keep it to ourselves or let it out to every random stranger. I guess that pain becomes a part of the anatomy.It’s part of our character. It’s gonna live as long as we do or may be it lasts even after we die……….

Tomorrow is the fourth death anniversary of my dear best friend, Kavya. As Kavya used to say, “You are a jig saw puzzle with all the Disney Characters…..and you won’t be fun after you are fixed.”

Happiness is………….

Happiness is a long conversation with an old friend on a long distance call…

Happiness is the smell of old books which I read over and over….

Happiness is sitting in my mum’s messy kitchen…

Happiness is my naughty dog….

Happiness is smelling that familiar perfume and diving in those warm memories…..

Happiness is when I am on the road to somewhere…..

Happiness is the sunset from the terrace of my apartment building…..

Happiness is when I stare at a blank screen for hours and then the ‘writing Fairy’ offers me a gem of a line to type……………

Happiness is when I am anxious to be happy with someone…………

Happiness is………………….

Happiness is………………

Happiness is………………….

writing a book……

For me writing has been a great medium to drill thoughts out of my head.It has given me the platform to organise my thoughts in some order which satisfies my cynical head……so the day , I decided to tell my thoughts in form ofquote a story and present it to the world…was a kind of surreal.
All those days when I tip-toed around people and tried to sit in a corner and watch them had to be set aside as now I had decided to make money out of my thoughts…out of my writings….out of my book!So here I am trying to get the spot light on me and trying to talk about my thoughts and asking people to listen……….

What I blog about…when I want to blog……..?

When I started blogging and presenting my twisted ideas and views to people…..the acceptance and appreciation that I received…gave me an impetus..to blog often…but what do I blog when…I can’t fish an idea from the vast source of inspiration around me. Thats when it occurred to me…..why not share few things that inspire me….:to pen down my thoughts:

*  Early morning long walks with my dog

*  The view outside my window

*   Travel magazines

*   Just some odd face in the crowd

*   the smell of earthy herbs when they are being cooked

*   My small collection of peculiar looking stones

*   those words which are not spoken but lie hidden between sentences

*   a question to an answer

*   coming across an old forgotten familiar object

*   photo albums

*   my mother

*   recipes shared by friends

*   my messy desk

*   a public transport

*   a page from on my favorite book..which I read over and over

Wow!..and the list goes on..and here I was complaining to myself what to blog about today when I kept staring at the blank column for posting blogs on wordpress:)

What happens when you meet an Old Friend after a long time?

What happens when you meet an Old Friend after a  long time?

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You Time Travel to your past and visit your old self.

Last evening,I bumped into my school friend at a cash register in a shopping mall………………….I looked at my old self in her eyes and I am enjoying discovering an ‘older’ as well as an ‘younger’ version of me………………….May be,’the goofy old me’ will help ‘the present me’ to get some perspective……